Zip

Kobold, Peace Cleric

Street Urchin

Although not his real name, Zip was nicknamed as such, because he had to be fast from a very young age. Growing up on the streets of Galethspyre he had a choice: get beaten up by the other orphans and street kids or run away. Considering that he wasn’t the biggest of the bunch, the choice wasn’t that hard. One day, there was a man in big robes, handing out little bundles of papers to everybody that wanted one. Zip, being ever curious (and hoping it would be valuable so he could eat something that night), went over and picked up one of the bundles that some of the other people had dropped. 

The papers had all these symbols and drawings of people folding their hands together while reaching for the sky towards a strange sun symbol. On the next page, the people were laughing and being happy. Zip quickly put one & one together and figured that if he also folded his hands towards the sun, he would become happy as well! After long days and weeks of trying and asking the sun to make him happy and make sure he wouldn’t be hungry ever again, Zip started to feel more confident. He was also suddenly able to do little tricks. He could make his voice boom to scare away bullies, he could make a sound down an alley way where he wasn’t himself, to lure away the guards after he’d stolen a loaf of bread. If he scraped his knees when running over the rooftops, he could focus real hard, put his hand on his knee & the scrapes would be gone. 

Every day Zip thanked the sun for making him able to do these things until eventually he figured he could help other kids with his newfound powers as well. Stealing together things to scrap together an armor (like the ones he had seen travelling warpriests wear) & a spear (just a very sharp stick really), he set out into the world to find beggar kids and make sure the smallest of them were safe and they could find a way to feed themselves.

Death (session 49 - TPK): Killed together with all his party members during the final battle against Mordain the Fleshweaver in the tower of Blackroot. 

Aegis

Warforged, Armorer Artificer

Marine

Up until the Day of Mourning, 4EGI5 led a simple life. Commander told us where to go and what to do & that’s what we did, plain and simple. No questions asked. Foes were killed or brought in, items retrieved and information gathered.

When we were out on our last mission, news reached us that Cyre was gone. Not just defeated, but literally gone. Lt Gustam rushed us back home to find out if this was indeed true. When we reached the borders of our home, we couldn’t believe it, the entire country was wiped out without a clue as to what happened. We started roaming the country in search of anything that could tell us what happened and if any survivors were doing the same. It all went downhill from there.

We were ambushed by a group of Warforged following the Lord of Blades, some of which we fought beside us in the Last War. Although we were completely taken by surprise, we managed to escape, but at a terrible cost. Apparently magic no longer works as it should in Cyre & we learned that the hard way. 

When Lt Gustam tried to clear a path for us to get out of the ambush, the spell misfired. Several of our party died in the following explosion and Lt Gustam lost his leg. I dragged him out of the mists, found a safe place to hide & constructed a prosthetic for him to wear, it’s not the best, but it’ll do for now.

When he was back on his feet, all we could do was trek to Sharn. Gather the materials and knowledge to fix his leg & try to find out what happened to Cyre. 

Military life was a lot easier than this…

Retired (session 23): He decided to travel to the Mournlands to better investigate the threat posed by the Lord of Blades.